The False Vyper Miraculous Sin Novels & Stories

Reading the confusion in my eyes, Vicky continued, "I had to check on Malachi since I hadn't heard from him. Although I am restricted from interfering in your battles, I can still use my magic to heal your wounds. It is the act of banishing demons or stopping the chaos myself that I was warned against. I was worried for Malachi... and now the worst has happened." "What happened?" I asked, my heart sinking. Vicky raised a finger to her lips, silencing my frantic questions. "I will get to that," she whispered. "I met Selina at the gates upon my arrival," she began. "I could sense the corruption within the house from the road. I knew havoc had already been unleashed; the dead were roaming the p

"Welcome to the slums, rich kid?" Vanessa said, her voice a low, raspy chuckle that was almost swallowed by the street noise. She was choking on laughter, a harsh, dry sound that mirrored the desperation of the night. Her eyes, filled with a cruel amusement, were fixed on the sight of Miriam, who had stumbled and fallen inside the tiny, grimy wine shop. Miriam was a crumpled heap of expensive fabric and raw terror, shivering like a cold kitten thrown out into a storm. The fear in her eyes was a sight to behold, a stark, exhilarating contrast to the contempt she had shown just moments before.

Physical attraction to a client was. No. Not a client. He wasn't my client. He was just a man I'd agreed to teach. A gorgeous, brilliant, virgin man who'd looked at me like I was the answer to every question he'd ever had. Fuck. I drove home too fast. Hands gripping the wheel. Thighs pressed together. This was supposed to be simple. Educational. Mutually beneficial. So why did I feel like I'd just made a deal with the devil? --- **Day One**

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

His bullet got pierced inside that man's heart which immediately started leaking blood. He saw him falling on the ground with a loud thud and witnessed his soul getting snatched out of his body through his eyes. He grinned, diabolically by seeing his lifeless opened eyes which could be terrifying for any normal person but it was not for him. Stepping closer to that man's dead body, he saw his reflection flashing on that man's soulless eyes which gave him the satisfaction he was craving to have and that was who…. RICCARDO ALFANSO was….a treacherous sinner wrapped in the facade of a saint.

Did this man know about Zafira, and what she actually was? "Sorry, but I didn't see any tattoos. Why do you ask?" Gabriel turned to Cole. "The day of the murder, a young girl of great physical beauty came into my church for confession. She mentioned that she was about to do something horrible but never said what exactly. As she left, I noticed she had bat wing tattoos on her shoulders that covered most of her back. I thought maybe there was some kind of connection."

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“Don’t let him corner you into saying what you don’t feel.” I was shaking so hard I thought my bones would rattle loose. The words clogged my throat. Because they were both right and both wrong. I had chosen once. And yet here I stood, paralyzed, because maybe my heart wasn’t finished choosing. Damian chuckled low in the doorway. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “The both of you. Fighting for a flame that will burn you either way. Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter which one she picks. In the end…”

Melissa would be safe. Zerina must pay, Vespera thought, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached. She has to pay for what she did to us. With that brutal, blinding resolve anchoring her mind, Vespera’s hand moved instinctively. She didn't think about the technique; she didn't think about the ether or the rules. She simply lashed out with her arm, fueled by pure, unadulterated hatred. Crack. A brilliant, sharp spark of silver and violet light exploded in front of her. The air tore open, forming a perfect, shimmering quarter-circle of a portal. It hummed violently, casting a harsh, magical glow over her furious face.

Veronica’s POV “For the sin of stealing the virren moonstone and attempting to kill the Five Elders by poison, here stands Veronica Crysmorra, former Vameer, and Luna of the pack to receive her divine punishment.” There was utter silence. I thought that my heart would beat fast in fear for my fate but perhaps I am too dead inside to feel any of it. Everyone was looking at me— in disdain, disappointment, anger, and many other things.